Japanese Folding-paper

Colin Wooster wore woolen trousers and knee-socks. He liked raw fish and folding paper into Japanese cranes. Wooster, Colin kept a rooster in a coop in his backyard, a three by seven foot patch of land that consisted of Astroturf and a flowerbox. Dare I say there is no such person as Wooster, Colin or a cooped up rooster in a coop in a three by seven foot patch of land in Colin Wooster’s backyard. However there was a man with three legs (a tri-legged man) with the initials W.C. who had a fondness for folding Japanese origami paper into cranes and flutes. When W.C. was eleven and a half years old he was diagnosed with the whooping and sent away to a sanitarium with no windows and one door. He climbed out the windowless window and onto the roof, where he laid a three by seven foot patch of Astroturf and built a flowerbox out of old window-frames and straightened nails. He taught himself Japanese in between ECST sessions and learned how to fold crate-paper into neat looking origami cranes and flutes. He took to wearing woolen trousers and knee-socks and preferred his fish under-cooked and on the febrile side. The man in the hat knew of him from a magazine article he read in the Reader’s Digest, maybe Popular Mechanics, the two seem so much alike its often difficult to tell them apart; unless of course you have a pair of X-ray glasses and field notes or a fondness for Japanese folding-paper and raw fish cooked in its own roe and gob.